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Jackin'
For Her

I enjoyed going, and I had gone home with a few women, who are usually there because it is not a meat market. I always met the most interesting people at the club, and I don’t always go home with someone. My main purpose in going was to have fun and dance without fear of being laughed at. If I had a dancing partner I went home with, it was a bonus. Besides, I was young and horny.

I had thought about the gay lifestyle, and thought that one day I might try it. After all, I always said I’d try anything once. My first time would require a partner who knew what they were doing, and he would have to be experienced. Anyway, tonight I just wanted to have fun dancing and drinking.

It was just before midnight when I called the cab to go out. I wanted to get the cheaper fare and the club didn’t get going until after midnight. One good thing about where I lived was that it was so close to the city. Less than a five dollars to get to the nightclubs. The club I chose to go to had no cover charge, so I could go out and have a really cheap night - unless I drank too much!

When I arrived, I went up and got a drink, drank it, and hit the dance floor. I danced for a while and then went back to the bar for another. The crowd at the bar had thickened with lots of scantily clad people, mostly sweating, but I eventually managed to get my request in.

"I’ve never seen someone with a blue drink before," was his answer.

"Would you like to try some?"

"Ok. What does it taste like?" he said, cautiously.

"Orange," I said, as I gave him the glass. I guessed that he was gay and probably hitting on me, maybe thinking I was gay as well (it was a gay bar, after all) but I didn’t mind. He seemed nice enough. never know, he might get lucky! He sipped my drink and gave it back.

"That’s nice. My name’s Allan. Yours?"

"Paul."

We talked for a while. He worked as trainer for a major hospitality company in the town, and I worked in a restaurant. He said that I was a very energetic dancer and he liked my butt, and sometime I said I had never been with a man before, but had thought about it. I decided at some point that if he suggested we go back to his place that I would. I was a little nervous, but I figured it was time.

The time came to leave (or, the nightclub lights all came on and the music stopped, leaving nothing but a ringing in the ears and a blindness in the eyes). Now I would see if I had the courage to go throgh with it.

"Do you want to come back to my place for drinks," he asked.

"Where do you live," I asked. I figured if I knew where we were going, then I could walk home if I had to.

"Digger Street," he replied. Good, I live on that street. It might be a long walk, but at least I would know where I was going.

"How do we get there?"

"In the frog"

"The what?"

"I’ve got a green VW beetle I call the frog. It was a gift from my sister."

Ok, so he has a car, but didn’t buy it himself. I wonder if this is ok? Oh well, I can always walk home if he’s a loser. I know the town pretty well, so it would be hard to get me lost, as he doesn't actually live in one of the new suburbs

We go out to his car and silently drive back to his place. I don’t know what he’s thinking, but my mind’s racing with thoughts.

‘I’m so glad I’m not in a town where people know my family.’ Ok it’s not that I’m homophobic or anything, I just wouldn’t want them to freak out or die.

‘Oh shit , what about the people at work. If this gets back to them, they’ll never shuttup. Oh well, I guess I can’t stop that. Who cares anyway?

‘Is this really what I want?’

I had also recently left a church, so I had a whole bunch of  moral questions swirling around my head. Questions kept flying around my head.

‘Is this what God would want?

‘Is this wrong? How can it be when it feels so natural?

‘Should I be doing this?’

Before I had a chance to answer my own question the car slowed down. It seemed he had a townhouse in a secured complex. I cased the gate to see if I could scale out. It didn’t look too bad - no spikes, and hopefully I wouldn’t have to.

We drove and parked outside his townhouse. It looked nice. Not extravagant, but nice.

"Nice place you’ve got here," I commented. So original!

"The company pays for it mostly, and I share with the boss. He’s probably asleep, but don’t worry if he isn’t, he’s gay too. Take your shoes off when you come in."

I followed him in thinking ‘Why doesn’t he get himself a decent car?’

"What would you like - wine or champagne?"

"Champagne," I answered, as I looked around the apartment. I sat down in one end of the couch. My mind began with the questions again.

‘Do I really want this?

‘What if something happens?

‘What if he wants to fuck or be fucked? What if he forces me to, and I can’t fight him off?

‘What if the chamagne’s drugged and I wake up in some sort of harness with a bunch of men, including his boss, raping me?

‘What if I say no?

‘Am I just the fulfilment of a fantasy to initiate a virgin?’

I decided that I would approach the rest of the evening as if it were a performance, or a game, or a challenge. I would simply play the part, and play it well. I would aim to please, that way nothing adverse would happen - I hoped!

He returned from the kitchen with two glasses of champagne.

"One for you, one for me," he said. He reached out and stroked my chest

"How are you feeling?"

"Fine," I decided it was up to him to seduce me.

We talked some more, and after a while he put his head on my chest. It felt very nice, very comfortable. We were talking, and then he started to suck my nipple.

"Why is that?"

"My whole body’s tingling." He moaned gently in response and went back to it. With one free hand he rested on my chest and played with my other nipple, and with the other he reached down and started to stroke my inner thighs. (A very akward position, but he did it!) I moaned in response. So far everything seemed fantastic.

He moved his hand up my leg and started to stroke my cock from the outside of my pants, arousing me. He unbuckled and unzipped my pants and reached inside and started to gently masturbate me. At the same time he came up to kiss me. His kiss was fairly similar to that of a woman, but with more hair.

We kissed for a short while and then he went down on me. I decided that I felt so horny I would let him. I hoped he wouldn’t ask me to do likewise - I didn’t think I was ready yet. Then again, I hadn’t thought I would go this far. This was turning out to be the best seduction I had ever been the subject of. He was also giving me the best head anyone  had given me in a long time, but it could have simply been experience, since he was older.

After I had the most shuddering orgasm I’d had in a long time (although that could have been because I hadn't had sex in a while), we had a shower, playing with each other while we showered. Then we slept together naked, at my insistence. He had been better than anyone I had gone home with before, and the fellatio would have been in the top ten. I couldn’t help comparing him to a woman, but then that was all I had to compare to.

I went home in the morning feeling very pleased about myself. I had met and beaten the challenge of sleeping with a man. Now I felt a compelling need to conquer gay men sexually. I had already proved myself with women as a good lover, now I had to do likewise with men.

I started to view it as a game, which may have been just as well at the time. I discovered that Allan had a problem with alcohol, which is probably why he only had a VW. We only had a brief relationship, and I slept with more men after that first time. It was a time in my life when I grew a lot, and I wouldn’t change any of it.

I had a lot of fun, and tried out lots of different things. I also realised that I couldn’t approach  relationships (especially sexual ones) as if they were a game - even if I only meant to play.

Copyright 1997 Phorse 5 @ Fireball Holdings